In a Dream

In a dream I saw me walking down a narrow road I have not seen before, A road paved with greasy stones of graveyard I have seen before, A road cutting a black tunnel in the midnight air Now thick with mysterious mist, A road lined with tall defoliated trees Their trunks now made of cold steel, A road as dark and desolate As the devil would have desired. The opaque darkness didn't frighten me, I was not surprised though For my fluid dark thoughts Found a black tunnel to flow As ominously as the devil would have liked. But not for long. A beam of light as sharp as silver arrow-head At the far end of the tunnel it sprouted, Raced in a white channel And struck me like a lightning. I stood motionless, almost blind. But not for long. When the light suddenly disappeared I saw a white car standing like a swan ahead, The whiteness extruding a glow of purity And encasing a chiseled face with dove eyes engraved Wide open in stark fear. I felt dark thoughts soak my soul And make my body black and bare. I started to walk, This time not through the black tunnel the road made For I became a tunnel the devil made But on the lighted path those frightened eyes paved. But not for long. The car, the swan, suddenly rushed toward me Like a burning white meteor, Crushed my body into black dust And splintered my soul into black shards, All sucked by the road paved with the stones of graveyard. I woke up burying me in the grave, In a dream.